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I’m early for a meeting, and there’s wireless here. Yesterday I had a 9:00 meeting on the other side of town, which meant I left at 7:30 and still was a few minutes late. This morning I have an 8:00 meeting, so I left the house at 6:30.

I woke up with it two days ago. A tiny twitch in my right eye. It comes and goes — it’s not a constant twitching –but it’s driving me crazy.

At first I thought I just needed a cup of coffee. Then I figured I needed three cups of coffee. I was still twitching. I had a meeting that morning and drove to the other side of Los Angeles (the other thing I like about meetings — it forces me to learn to drive around LA and know all the different parts of this city. It can be very intimidating if you aren’t forced out there). I was forty-five minutes early for the meeting (not knowing your way around LA means you often end up way early or incredibly late, but oddly enough, never on time). I walked to a nearby Internet coffee shop, debated paying twelve dollars just to wax nostalgic over high-speed internet access, but settled down with a cafe au lait and the latest book I’m reading (Armistead Maupin’s The Night Listener).

“But that’s literally what he said. The whole letter, right there. That’s literally what he said. I mean, not word-for-word, but pretty much.”

It is the most overused word of the decade. “Literally.” Everybody’s literally doing figurative things.

I am literally squirming in my seat over my plumbing problems. Our downstairs bathroom has sprung a leak again, due to some clog in the pipes underneath the house. Something to do with roots and pipes and snakes. It’s one of those things that my brain just “Blah, blah, blah Ginger”‘s because I can’t bear to know all that much about it. I just want it to work. I just want to be able to take a shower without ruining my office rug. But right now I can’t. And I won’t be able to until tomorrow.

The last time this happened we couldn’t use the bathroom at all. My pride and ego were swelled too much to drive somewhere to pee, and I ended up getting sick and then getting an infection. So, pee freely, my sisters. And I’m only talking to the women right now, since you men get to just piss all over anything and everything and it’s socially acceptable.

I’m terrible about lunch dates. You know how sometimes you have to meet people for lunch that you don’t know very well? Usually it’s to discuss some upcoming project or something like that. I’m bad at this. I get too nervous. I always end up coming too early. I’ll show up and ask the host/hostess “I’m looking for someone.” Have I mentioned I’m bad with names? I’ll be like, “I think his name is Peter.”